30 Days of Lucifer: Day 10
Do you believe in hell? What kind of place do you think it is?
I mean, yes and no. Do I believe there’s a pit of eternal torment into which I will be casts for being trans and queer and enjoying porn and worshipping demons? Not so much.
Do I believe there’s a realm ruled by Lucifer where TBUT’s presence is withdrawn (because he literally thinks his absence is severe torture)? Yes, I do.
I think it’s…free. Do as thou wilt, you’re fucking dead anyway. Look how you want, be who you want, play with impulses and fantasies you couldn’t while living. I’m not saying it’s necessarily a nice place, I picture it looking a lot like the surface of Mars. But…it’s a place where I can be me. A place where the constraints fall away. Have an orgy, find out what it feels like to jump off a thousand foot cliff without a parachute, read all the books I’m sure have been written there in the millennia it’s been operating, try substances that get demons drunk or high, hell, kick it with the infernal host, sources of wisdom beyond human understanding. Hunt down humans with similar interests and hang out. Eat if you want to or don’t, you’re fucking dead. Sleep if you want to or don’t, you’re fucking dead. Pick up a project or laze around if you want, you- well you get the point.
And somewhere, in the bowels of the place, is a little bitty door. And if you get tired of the party, or bored, or just want to try something new, you step through that door and wake up screaming cold and 30 seconds old, ready to try again in a new flesh vessel. Of course, TBUT doesn’t forgive, so you’ll probably end up downstairs again, but…you’ll be coming home again. Where they’ll boop you on the third eye, remind you of all your past lives, and welcome you with a drink, a smoke, and a leer.
Hell is the ultimate dive bar. And I can’t wait to get home to it.
Look this isn’t how I picture it, but this is awesome. And also…
*boop you on the third eye*
Church of the Morningstar 